Chapter 20: Impure Rage
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I refuse to die…
Ada didn’t know where that voice came from. It wasn’t even clear to her how she managed to breathe normally again, as if the man on the ground whose arms are still directed at her didn’t magically choke her a while ago.
Why did it stop?
She could see the puzzlement in his eyes. She saw him repeatedly motioning his hands at her, presumably materializing his powers again, but nothing is happening.
No… He didn’t stop. He can’t control his power anymore… Why? How?
It was weird— the sensation. It’s as if something has awakened in her. It was as if she was hit straight by a bolt of lightning, but instead of being fried, she could feel her body fully absorbing its power.
She remained suspended in the air, but she doesn’t seem to be frightened with the height anymore. She slowly raised her arms to see what’s happening to her. Then, a wave of cold air swirled gently around her.
Ah! He’s at it again!
However, she felt differently.
No. I don't think he's the one doing it. Is it me?
Then, she stared at her palms, wholeheartedly anticipating some power to appear from those. However, nothing occurred. Somehow, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of excitement, for she knew in her heart that something was hidden within her. She just needed to find out how to utilize it.
Maybe I need to wave my hands, too, like a choral director.
She then motioned her hands forward in his direction, and the instant she raised her hands, he automatically gasped as if she flicked through his lungs.
What happened?
She repeated the gesture, and it happened again.
Sh*t! I think I’m choking him!
She chuckled at the sight, so she repeated the gesture consecutively until he collapsed on the ground while catching his breath.
A wave of energy rushed through her veins, and she blasted it toward the man, and she heard him scream in pain after he was sent flying to a nearby tree. That’s when she realized that she wasn’t just suffocating him. She can fully use the air now at her disposal, and of course, she’ll utilize it to dispose of him.
“Oy, hijo de p*ta! Got a taste of your own medicine, eh?” she screamed at the man who laid still on the ground. “You’re too weak for someone who has got such power,” she tutted. Finally, she can have her revenge. Too bad for this man, she had watched many witches movies and series, so she had several ideas in her mind of how to use her gained power.
She slowly descended to the ground. She didn’t know how; it just kind of happened, as if she’s in complete control of this power now. She waved her hands forward with a push and sent the man flying again to the tree behind him. And, she wasn’t contented yet, she waved her right-hand side to side that the man was thrown ‘from her left to right. “I don’t understand why you would hurt someone without a proper reason. But, it’s oddly satisfying to hurt someone, the same way they have hurt you.”
She suddenly recalled Ni’mula’s final moments, how she wasn’t able to do anything but watch the murderer bury that knife in her grandma’s body.
With that in mind, she waved her hands at him that he flew horizontally in the air before she brought him in front of her. She waved her right hand in a rotating manner, and he instantly rotated upright. “However, I swear... that I’ll triple the pain you’ve all caused me!” She aimed her right hand at him before she closed it into a fist that he started to pant vehemently, and after a few seconds soon, he coughed blood and stopped gasping. Then, she waved her right hand down with a slam that his body dropped down with a booming thud as if the hardened earth was crushed from the impact of his fall.
She gazed at her palms as tears began to blur her vision. “Why! Why did you come so late! I already lost everything! I already lost Ni’mula and Laria!” she roared in anger as her eyes beamed with bright blinding light.
The place started to tremble as a massive amount of wind started to accumulate around her, and it spun rapidly, doubling its surreal amount as its whirling expands through the vastness of the jungle.
Ada couldn’t see anything anymore, for she was now blinded by her rage.
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